The New Colossus

A farmer met the aging devil
On the road to South Detroit
A creek, a brook drove through the temple
A rose in bloom inside a boy
We’d trek, we’d drive right through the mountains
Pay was slim, but profit endless
Blood was dried and stuck to contract
Dead men in the morning light
House lights burned us up those nights
House lights
A winter night just west of Springfield
A parking lot devoid of life
A room too cold for all our comfort
A hope for certainty by dawn’s light
A post-fight sleep in hotel lobbies
A true display of arrogance
A promise this would happen again
A doubt that we could stop it
House lights burned us up those nights
House lights
Ooh
I loved you so
I loved you so
When the moon sunk below the hull
We were all left alone
We were left alone
We were left alone like house lights
Burning from bulb to bulb to bulb